And in the prease, some prays’d my comely face,
In beauty Elstride which resembled right:[319]
Some sayd I looked like my father’s grace,
But[320] others sayd it was a piteous sight
I should so dye: the Queene mee pardon might.
Then sayd the beast[321] mee bore did mee abuse,
Which[322] not so rudely ought a Pryncesse vse.
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But what did this redresse my woefull care,
You wotte the commons vse suche prouerbes still: